How is it, that one day, as sight can be familiar as any you've seen,A family home, a childhood playground,Then as the moment passes,You're lost in a setting where every shadow and every sound sets your teeth on edge.

The voice of a loved one sends pains through your chest,like a gunshot, or the shard of a lance.What once gave you comfort and hope,Now makes you cringe away in pain and despair.How can you adapt to such a flurry of trauma?

Glass shards that fall from the heavens,Beautiful and mesmerizing as they drift and shine,But ready the moment they touch you,To slash and scar you with what you once adored.

​When your mind turns against you,Laughing in the face of the hungers that you cannot sate,And drawing you in with promises of sanity, closeness and home,What are you supposed to do?Tell it no? Refuse it?Convince yourself that that part of you is worthless and unnecessary?That it no longer has a place within your heart,And that you'd rather tear it out than allow it to influence you any longer?How do you convince it to leave you in peace, without setting you aflame or tearing you asunder with its passing?What do you do, when the hallways of your mind close in around you,And you are left fleeing,Searching for safety,But finding none.